POEM OF THE WEEK
I am the ghetto, the human figure;
Bending my way through this twisted maze called home, searching for a cure
I am the sinking stone in a loosing game
I'm the bad card drawn, the mirage
I am yard
I am the jungle, the delicate soul moulded by walls that echo cries
A sculpture of pain and knives - I am the muffled voice
the swallowed night, I am the light
I know, but know not, view, but see not
for I crawl from Rats, evading gun shots
between the axe and enduring kas-kas
I am the ghetto, bearing the government's error,
the tourist's terror the financial horror -
I am the blood bank where Police meet
and sons bleed free and justice lies weak
I am the ghetto, the sounds of fears and sorrows, of tasted tears and air
where zinc fence bleed while a father dies -
where a girl friend clutches, a baby, expecting
- Homer Sylvester
Thank You Mom
Thank you mom for giving me life,
For being there through heartache and strife.
Thanks for the discipline when I got rude
And for providing me with shelter, clothes and food.
Thanks for the sacrifices you made for me,
For helping me to be what I wanted to be.
Thank you for showering me with love,
A love that nothing could ever move.
Thanks for your encouragement and praise.
Living with you were the best of days.
Thank you for never giving up on your son
When everyone else thought that I was done.
Thanks for being my mother and my friend.
I know you'll be there until the end.
Mom, I love you from the depths of my heart
And my love for you will never depart.
- Allan Lynfester
All These Months
Me say me deh pan a talk to dis bwoy,
An a talk to dis bwoy,
An a talk to dis bwoy innuh
From January, now a February,
An him nah hear me all now.
Likkle bwoy me say March yuh likkle self in dis room,
Wait deh likkle bit April mek me hear dis lady pon me cell phone
Ahhhm hello..., oh ok sure.
"May I have the information for June's new budget please?"
Lord me say she talk nice eeeh....
July come we might grant her promotion
She always make nuff money fi d company.
Yes, now back to dis bwoy,
Cause me know me ago bus him shut
Unnuh mek mi tek off da tight boot yah,
Before me circulation cut!
Likkle bwoy mek mi ask yuh a question,
A Fort Augusta yuh want me reach?
Come September morning mi affi mek sure yuh innuh brand new khaki
Brand new bag pon back
And how much thousand fi school fee
An every morning yuh ago trech out yuh hand,
Mommy me can get me lunch money?
If I eva gi kick yuh, yuh si likkle bwoy
Yuh feel like a October we reach
Dem say fire deh a mus mus tail
An him tink saay cool breeze
Last November when me did a pay fi yuh sister CXC
Me mek sure tell her straight
Say dis a me December partner money
So mi av high expectations from she.
Me say dis a d last time me talk to yuh innuh bwoy
Mek sure say yuh hear me good
If me eva ketch yuh back inna bad company
A hell and powder house wid you an me broad board.
Mek dis be d last time me talk to yuh,
Me did mek meself clear or wat?
Now, go bathe and scour di bathroom
And try nuh badda gi mi nuh tuff chat!
- Simone P. Graham